El había nacido para ser discípulo,al igual que otros pudiesen haber venido al mundo para ser maestros,o toreros o escritores.Pero no él.El sencillamente no era ejecutante ,ni intértprete,ni prestaba enseñanza en disciplina alguna.Lo suyo éra vocación eterna para el aprendizaje.Y bien sabido era por todos,que anunciaba
en todos los diarios solicitando recibir todo tipo de clases particulares,en todas las artes y todas las ciencias.Por su puerta al salir la maestra de pintura se cruzaba con la llegada del profesor de mecánica;sin embargo,y a diferencia de lo que pudiese suponerse;él no contrataba a su servicio a los mejores,sino a los peores; para después poder culparlos por sus fallas como alumno.
fin....siga leyendo,entre más anteriores las historietas,son mejores...haga clic...
ENGLISH VERSION.
He was a born disciple.And just as others came into this world to teach,or perform or to be a leader of men;not him.His thing was to be always learning ;a never ending array of disciplines ,arts ,science,whatnot.
At his driveway,it was commonplace for the arts teacher to cross paths with the mechanics professor;and there were always ads in the local media ,with job offers for just about anybody that could teach anything ;but contrary to what anyone might suppose,he would not hire the best teachers available,but the worst; so he could blame them for his failure as a pupil.
The end...read on...older posts get progressibly better....what did you expect?
I just aged another half hour...feel free to comment.
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